Master Damian

As I sat in my isolated corner, still nursing the sting of Ethan's brutal rejection, a voice from behind jolted me. "Do you want to get out of here, girl?"

I turned to see a tall, imposing figure with eyes that seemed to pierce through my very soul. Uncertain, I hesitated for a moment, not knowing who this stranger was.

Before I could reply, Ethan, who appeared to recognize the newcomer, began to shower him with flattery. "Lycan King, what an unexpected pleasure! Your presence graces our celebration. We are truly honored."

The Lycan King's gaze remained fixed on me, an undertone of amusement in his eyes as he replied, "The honor is yours, Ethan, the Alpha's son. But I find this young one rather intriguing."

Ethan's flattery continued, his words veiled in insincerity, as he described my beauty and grace, though it was clear he was merely trying to impress the Lycan King.

Seemingly satisfied with the praise, the Lycan King took a step closer, his voice a disconcerting contrast to the joviality of the celebration. "Girl, you will accompany me back to the festivities. I have a demand to make."

The entire room was now abuzz, the presence of the Lycan King sending waves of shock through the pack. No one dared to oppose him.

As the Lycan King extended his hand, I felt conflicted but compelled by an inexplicable connection. It was as if he held the answers to the questions that had tormented me for so long. Gathering my courage, I placed my hand in his.

As he led me back to the center of the gathering, he addressed the Alpha directly, his words resonating with an unsettling authority. "Alpha, I have come as a guest to your pack, and I have been struck by the tenacity and unity of your people. As a symbol of my appreciation, I demand a gift."

The Alpha, visibly taken aback, maintained his composure. "Ask, Lycan King, and if it is within my power, it will be granted."

The Lycan King's gaze never wavered from me as he made his request. "I want this girl as a gift, Alpha. She will accompany me and serve as a symbol of the power I hold over your kind."

The room fell into an uneasy hush as the pack struggled to come to terms with the Lycan King's audacious demand. The Alpha, though hesitant, agreed to the demand, for refusing the Lycan King would have dire consequences.

As I stood there, feeling a torrent of emotions, I had become a pawn in a game I didn't understand. The mate bond that had once caused me pain had now led me to a precarious situation, and I couldn't help but wonder about the ominous future that lay ahead.

The Lycan King, exuding dominance, led me away from the celebration and into the night. With harsh and demanding words, he spoke to me, "You will come with me. You have no choice, and you will serve as a reminder of the power I wield."

I looked at him, a mix of fear and defiance in my eyes, as I realized that my life had taken an unexpected, perilous turn.

The car rumbled along the winding road, the engine's low growl creating an almost hypnotic backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I sat in the passenger seat, feeling the seat's softness beneath me and the gentle hum of the vehicle's motion. It was my very first time in a car, and a rush of excitement coursed through my veins, temporarily pushing aside the heavy weight of my recent past.

In my eagerness to break the silence and perhaps establish some common ground with the Lycan King, Damian, whose rigid posture and stern countenance had kept me at bay, I ventured, "Is this your first time driving, Master Damian?"

He cast a swift, piercing glance in my direction, his eyes like shards of ice, and responded with an edge in his voice, "I don't indulge in trivial conversations, girl. You are here for a specific purpose, and I expect you to act accordingly."

His curt dismissal left me deflated, my eagerness for conversation quickly replaced by a sense of insignificance. Damian exuded an aura of authority that discouraged any attempt at familiarity.

A heavy, oppressive silence hung in the air, until Damian finally spoke again, his tone just as severe as before. "Listen well, girl. There are rules you must follow, and I will not tolerate disobedience."

I sat up straight, bracing myself for what was to come. Damian's rules loomed before me, and I couldn't help but feel that my hope was dwindling.

"You will address me as 'Master' at all times," Damian declared, his words like a gavel slamming down on my defiance. "You will afford me the respect I am due."

The anger welled up within me, and I felt a spark of resistance. "But I am not a child, Master Damian. I deserve to be treated with respect as well."

Damian's response was swift and unyielding, his voice like a steel trap snapping shut. "You are under my ownership, girl. Until you repay your debt, you will be nothing more than a child in my eyes."

The car continued to speed down the winding road, its steady hum a reminder of the long journey ahead. The silence between Damian and me had grown suffocating, and I found myself lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn my life had taken.

As we drove on, Damian suddenly broke the silence, and his voice, while still commanding, took on a softer tone, though no less unsettling. "Girl, there is something you need to understand."

I turned to him, my curiosity piqued by the change in his demeanor. "What is it, Master Damian?"

He kept his eyes on the road, as if he couldn't bear to make eye contact as he spoke. "I brought you with me for a specific purpose, and I want to make it clear to you. I have no intention of mating or getting married. What I require is for you to bear me a child."

The shock of his revelation hit me like a physical blow. I felt my heart race, and my words caught in my throat as I struggled to process what he had just said. A million questions and emotions swirled within me, but I could only manage to stutter, "B-bear you a child?"

Damian's gaze remained fixed on the road, his voice matter-of-fact as he explained, "Yes, girl. I have no desire for a mate or a bond. I require an heir, and you will serve as a breeder. It is your purpose, and it is non-negotiable."